C7 She Is a Gift (1/2)

Snow was still falling outside the window. Prince Jin was wearing a black robe with mysterious patterns embroidered on his sleeves.

Chu Yixuan looked around at the furnishings in the room, secretly understanding Zi Xuan's preferences. If she were to marry into the Jin King Manor in the future, he would do as she said he would.

Su Zixuan moved a few steps and sat down near the fire. She stretched out her hand to make some tea, but it was still purple mountain cloud. Her long boneless fingers held a wooden spoon and stirred the tea leaves.

Prince Jin didn't wait for her to invite him. Instead, he found a seat near Su Zixuan and sat down. He tilted his head slightly to watch her actions.

Steam curled up within the room as Su Zixuan felt a scorching gaze meet the man's gaze. Chu Yixuan's expression was clear, and his eyes were filled with her shadow. ”You're here, what are you thinking about?” Chu Yixuan suddenly asked.

She took a quick look through the fog and really thought of herself as her master.

Su Zixuan unnaturally retracted his gaze and reminded, ”We're only allies!”

The cold words were no different from putting distance between the two of them. Chu Yixuan didn't get angry. Instead, he withdrew his gaze, but his deep gaze contained an unknown intent that made it impossible for anyone to understand what he was thinking.

Deep in the night, the snowfall outside gradually grew heavier. ”Prince, is it time to return home?”

As he spoke, he placed a cup of fresh tea in front of Prince Jin.

Seeing the clear tea, Chu Yixuan's eyes sparkled. ”I didn't expect that Miss Zi Xuan would actually be able to cook a good cup of tea. This king will be blessed in the future.”

Su Zixuan secretly pursed his lips, this guy really had a thick face.

”It's already late, so I won't disturb you any longer!” Prince Jin did not accept the cup. Instead, he got up and opened the window. He secretly started to circulate his Qing Gong, and disappeared into the night.

A footprint on the window sill that he had stepped on was gradually covered by the snow, until it disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

White was the color she hated. In her previous life, her child had also died in this kind of snowy night, and her eyes were filled with scarlet …

All of the pain she suffered in her previous life, must be repaid a hundred times by Su Xueming and Yan Yu Qi.

Su Zixuan closed the window, clenched her fair hands tightly, and dug her fingertips into her palms. She only relaxed when someone knocked on the door.

Qing Yue pushed the door open and walked in, collecting all of the cups in the room. After saying that, she asked Su Zixuan to rest a bit earlier before leaving.